Deadly Attraction Novels & Stories

What the hell was I doing? Zane had warned me this was dangerous—mixing business with the attraction I was trying so hard to ignore. But the moment the idea hit me yesterday, it wouldn’t leave. She was perfect for the campaign: untouched beauty, natural grace, curves that would make the clothes look like they were designed for her alone. And beneath the professional excuse, a selfish part of me wanted her closer. Wanted to watch her bloom under lights and attention, wanted to be the one guiding her through it.

I gasped, my entire body shaking as wave after wave crashed through me. Damien didn’t stop. He drew it out, milking every last shudder, every last drop, until I collapsed back against the bed, drenched in sweat, trembling, ruined. When I could finally breathe again, he leaned down, licking his hand slow and deliberate in front of me, his eyes locked on mine. “Delicious,” he whispered, his tone sinful, like a king savoring his victory. I turned my head away, chest still heaving, but the truth burned in every nerve of my body:

Selena Deadly allure. That’s exactly what Joshua had in spades. The danger surrounding him was real and it was terribly exciting. While he was afraid of being alive, I reveled in the electricity, hungry for more. That terrified me as well. The man had been smiled on by the gods, so perfectly created with his chiseled jaw and hard muscles that even now my stomach was in knots thinking about him. What troubled me wasn’t only how my body had betrayed me but also that I felt myself slipping further into the dark abyss of his dangerous world. Meaning I could do even more inappropriate things to keep him from prison.

There was no way I survived that shot point-blank in the chest. “Come on, we don't have much time.” I warily eyed the dashing man in a long dark coat swirling behind him. “Uh, excuse me. Who are you?” He flashed a charming grin that caused my heart to fall to its knees. Why the heck did I keep meeting this godforsakenly delectable men? First the crime boss that deceived me, another woman's betrothed… Now him with the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen? “Pardon the late introduction.” He pulled off his hat and ruffled raven black hair, then he tipped his head in a bow. “Adrien Draven. Your grim reaper.”

He just looked at me with eyes that grew darker, as if he was already imagining something I did not understand yet. I swallowed again, but finally nodded slowly. I accepted. What else could I do? Lazarrus walked to his desk, took a thin black folder from the drawer, came back, and handed it to me. On the first page, big bold letters read—A DIRTY DEAL. I opened the pages with shaking hands. My eyes went straight to the opening sentence. “This agreement states that Celeste Harper becomes the personal property of Lazarrus Walkez V...”

Soft warm lights illuminated the enormous room beautifully while the sound of ocean waves crashing outside created a peaceful atmosphere. Everything smelled expensive. Fresh wood. Wine. Masculine cologne. Sebastian. I swallowed hard again. Why did he have to look like that? I had seen attractive men before. Stephen was attractive. But Sebastian Blackwood was different. There was something dangerous about him. The way he carried himself. The confidence. The power in his eyes. He looked like the kind of man who could destroy someone completely without even trying. And somehow… That made him even more attractive. “You’re staring.”

Because undeniably, he wasn’t a good man; she was perfectly aware of it, yet it didn’t change how insanely attracted to him she was. “You’re evil,” she mumbled into Eton's chest. “How do you turn me into such a nympho?” She felt more than heard Eton's laugh. “It’s not my fault you’re a kinky little shit, Curly.” “I’m starting to think you have a thing for my hair,” Kaia said. “Whatever gave you that idea?” Eton said, running his hand through her curls. They fell into a silence that shouldn’t have been so comfortable. “Have you ever killed anyone?” Kaia murmured, trailing her slender fingers down Eton's muscular arm.

Now, I take a different girl every night, thinking it will help me forget her. But nothing. She’s there, inside me. Engraved in my flesh. What kills me is knowing she’s in the arms of that bastard Auracio, aka "The Dead One." If it were another man, I would have already eliminated him. But not him. It’s dangerous for business. Two giants tearing each other apart for a woman? Chaos. And yet, I won’t admit defeat. I know the beast. He never keeps a woman for long. I’m waiting, lurking in the shadows. For him to tire. For her to escape. And then… she will be mine. Mine for good.

“Under your watch. How intimate. Be careful, Draven. Chains only make the fire burn hotter.” As the first gray light of dawn touched the tent walls, the weight of unspoken secrets, rising obsession, poisonous suspicion, and the blood-crusted ring pressed down harder than ever. Vesper’s murder had changed everything. The real enemy might already be standing inches away, heart hammering against the same furious rhythm as Kael’s. The night had turned deadly. And the collision between them had never felt more inevitable. Or more destructive.

“Cherry, what have you done? You’re such a flirtatious girl! Get off of there, you slob!” “Don’t touch her!” Patricia was almost deafened by the strength of Dark’s voice. It is also scary to see his gritting teeth. “Get out!” Dark yelled at Dalia again and continued to pin Adrian against the wall. Cherry shivered and huddled on one side of the bed while hugging the thick blanket. She was afraid of a lot. Natasha’s aunt, her brother, and Dark, who looks like a wolf, want to hunt down a victim.